"I hope he will be well soon." "Avast there, boy!" someone called.

"Just come to anchor, and give us a tune." Phil looked up and saw two sailors bearing down upon him (to use a nautical phrase) with arms locked, and evidently with more liquor aboard than they could carry steadily.
"Give us a tune, boy, and we'll pay you," said the second.
Phil had met such customers before, and knew what would please them.

He began playing some lively dancing tunes, with so much effect that the sailors essayed to dance on the sidewalk, much to the amusement of a group of boys who collected around them.
"Go it, bluejacket! Go it, boots!" exclaimed the boys, designating them by certain prominent articles of dress.
The applause appeared to stimulate them to further efforts, and they danced and jumped high in air, to the hilarious delight of their juvenile spectators.

After a time such a crowd collected that the attention of a passing policeman was attracted.
"What's all this disturbance ?" he demanded, in tones of authority.
"We're stretching our legs a little, shipmate," said the first sailor.
"Then you'd better stretch them somewhere else than in the street." "I thought this was a free country," hiccoughed the second.
"You'll find it isn't if I get hold of you," said the officer.
"Want to fight ?" demanded the second sailor, belligerently.
"Boy, stop playing," said the policeman.

"I don't want to arrest these men unless I am obliged to do it." Phil stopped playing, and this put a stop to the dance.